other shattering evidene of thought

there is a low moan on the wind,
as the window panes threaten invasive actions
while i sleep.

there is a low moan on the wind,
ponder on sentences
(written about ghosts searching for somewhere to finally rest)
while i sleep.

there is a low moan on the wind,
there is no disorder, nothing out of place; the ash is in the tray,
while i sleep, my fingers stain
as i smoke one last fag.

the ghosts wander the streets.
a search is no different from a dream:
(we just look for things we want or need).

while i sleep,
the ghosts roam, the window smashes in with their windy moans:
but there is other shattering evidence of thought.